Last year about this time, George and I were facing the decision to begin chemotherapy- a decision we had always dreaded, and always thought we'd choose not to.... however, life and circumstances and the will to live can change a lot of preconceived ideas about things, and it's very true that you never really know how you will choose to respond to anything until you've faced it yourself.
His PSA was at 147 and rising fast. Our wonderful doctor at Cleveland Clinic made it very clear that if we didn't do something drastic soon, George's days would be numbered.
So, here we are- over a year later.... I think about 15 chemo treatments later (he goes once every 3 weeks for an infusion)....
and his PSA is 8!!!!!!!!!!
Chemo is not a walk in the park... and my husband has lost a lot of his thick, curly hair, his face is always puffy, his eyebrows are sparse, he hardly has any facial hair, his long beautiful eyelashes are short and sparse and his eyelids puffy, his nails have thickened, his skin has aged... essentially- he looks about 10 years older in a mere year's span.....
However, he's ALIVE and tolerating things pretty well, so we really can't complain about all the "minor" cosmetics things.
and for that- we have to be very, very thankful.
:-)